DREADFUL LIES.
UNEXPECTED LOVE.
IMPOSSIBLE TRUTH.
UNEXPECTED LOVE.
IMPOSSIBLE TRUTH.
It only took one
heartbeat to change my life—one chilling phone call in the middle of the night.
And then, as if my
life didn’t already suck, my dad sends my brother and me to some idyllic island
for the summer to live with a grandma we never met. WTH. Naturally, I rebel. In
the end, I find myself shipped off to Raven Hallow…and bored to tears.
Until I get an eyeful
of the mind-bendingly gorgeous Zane Hunter. The dark-hair cutie makes my pulse
go bonkers, and I think, maybe this might not be so bad after all. Six feet of
swoon inducing looks, with a hint of Celtic charm in his voice, he was the type
of guy that left a string of broken hearts in his wake. And I had all the
heartbreak I could handle.
Yet, there is
something uncanny, almost supernatural about Zane, and it’s not just his
devastating smirk. No matter how much distance I put between us, Raven Hallow
isn’t big enough, and the sparking tension between is undeniable. Of course,
the one person I want to avoid becomes my salvation.
My past comes back to terrorize me. Someone wants me
dead, and the closer I get to the truth, the more I realize my whole life is a
lie. I am no longer sure what is more frightening—the attempts on my life or
the guy whose heart and soul are synchronized with mine.Excerpt
TJ and Rose kept the conversation rolling as I gave the appropriate one-word responses or a head nod. I didn’t have much of an appetite, mostly picking at my chicken Caesar salad and gazing out at the ocean, until…
His hair was black as a wintry night, eyes icy blue as a
gypsy’s heart. He had a lazy saunter about him and a glint of humor twinkling
in those heart-melting eyes. There was nothing loose about his body, muscles
bunching as he tethered a boat to the dock. I twiddled the straw, staring
brazenly.
Good God. I wanted to have his babies. Not now, but most
definitely someday.
And just like that, my summer got a billion times hotter…and
interesting—way more interesting. I bit my lip, mulling over how I was going to
accidently fall into his pants. Um—I mean path or even his lap would do,
anything to get that one’s attention.
Drool hit the table in a mad case of fangirl, and I didn’t
even know his name.
As if he sensed he was being slobbered over, his eyes
scraped over me, and I held my breath. Holy hot tamales. An electric bolt
of…lust maybe, I really didn’t know what it was, but it coiled through my body,
making me shudder. A flicker of an unidentified emotion crossed his face, right
before a secret smile appeared on his lips. Oh man, don’t get me started on his
lips.
Elbows propped on the table, I rested my head on the edge of
my palms, continually gazing and getting lost in the depths of his eyes. He
hypnotized me. I followed his movements, my eyes glued to him. Then one of my
elbows slipped off the table in classic Piper form, and down I went. I caught
myself just before my chin whacked a corner of the patio table.
Only me.
Mortified, I closed my eyes.
TJ laughed. “Smooth, Pipe. I think you made a lasting
impression.”
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Award-winning and Bestselling author J.L. Weil writes Teen &
New Adult Paranormal Romances about spunky, smart mouth girls who always wind
up in dire situations. For every sassy girl, there is an equally mouthwatering,
overprotective guy. Of course there is lots of kissing. And stuff.
Most of her books are for ages 16+. They usually have what she considers the good stuff - sexual content (oh yeah) and swearing. You have been warned ;)
An admitted addict to Love Pink clothes, raspberry mochas from Starbucks, (yum!) and Jensen Ackles (double yum!). She loves gushing about books and Supernatural with her readers.
Most of her books are for ages 16+. They usually have what she considers the good stuff - sexual content (oh yeah) and swearing. You have been warned ;)
An admitted addict to Love Pink clothes, raspberry mochas from Starbucks, (yum!) and Jensen Ackles (double yum!). She loves gushing about books and Supernatural with her readers.
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